I honestly didn’t plan to steal a Christmas tree. I definitely didn’t plan to fall for the grumpy mountain man who came to get it back.
Thorne
My perfectly cut pine is supposed to be in my cabin right now. Instead, some curvy city girl is stuffing it into her tiny rental car like Grand Theft Christmas Tree is totally normal.
When I show up at her rental cabin demanding my tree back, she’s all sweet smiles and batting eyelashes, but she’s got zero intention of giving up what she thinks is hers. She’ll only give the tree back if I let her help me decorate it.
Fine. She can string the lights. But the moment she’s tangled up in them, I know one thing for sure: she’s mine. And with the blizzard rolling in, I’ve got all night to prove it.